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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.