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 France and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.