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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.