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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.