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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.