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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Index,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.