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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Brick,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.