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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.