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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.