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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Mars,
ABBA,
MC5,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.