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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.