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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.