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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.