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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.