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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.