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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.