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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.