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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.