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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.