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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.