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 Benin 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.