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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.