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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.