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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.