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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Liliput,
June Days,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.