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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.