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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.