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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.