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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.