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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Can,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.