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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.