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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.