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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.