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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.