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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.