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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Can,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.