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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.