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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.