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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.