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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.