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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.