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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.