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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.