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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.