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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.