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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Organ,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.