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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.