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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.