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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
10cc,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.