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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
ABC,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.