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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.