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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.