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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.