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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.