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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.