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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.