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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.