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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
UT,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.