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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.