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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.