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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.