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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Nas,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.