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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.