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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Roxette,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.