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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.