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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.