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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
X-102,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Nas,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.