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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.