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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.