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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.