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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.