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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.