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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.