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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.