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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Brick,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.