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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.