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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.