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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.