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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.