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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.