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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.