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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.