Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.