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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
the Association,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.