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 Grenada and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s 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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
New Order,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.