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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.