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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.