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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.