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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.