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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.