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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.