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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.