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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.