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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.