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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.