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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Wings,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.