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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.