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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.