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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.