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 Peru 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.