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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.