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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.