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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Technova,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
X-102,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.