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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.