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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.