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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Standells to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Smog,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.