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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.