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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.