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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.