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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.