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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lalann,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.