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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.