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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.