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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.