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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.