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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.