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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.