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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
PIL,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.