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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.