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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.