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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.