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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Gong,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.