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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.