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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.