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 Norway and from Portland.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
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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.