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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.