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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.