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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.