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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.