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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.