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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.