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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.