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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.