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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.