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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.