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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.