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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.