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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.