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 China and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.