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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.