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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.