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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.