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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.