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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.