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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.