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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.