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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.