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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.