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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mars,
The Evens,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.