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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.