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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Skarface,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.