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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.