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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.