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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.