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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.