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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.