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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Can,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.