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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.