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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.