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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Whodini,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.