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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.