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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.