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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.