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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Flipper to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.