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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Television,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.