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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
the Association,
Brick,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.