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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.