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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.