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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.