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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.