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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Nas,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.