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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.