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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.