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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.