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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.