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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.