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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.