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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.