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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Section 25,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.