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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.