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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.