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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.