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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.