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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
JFA,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.