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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.