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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.