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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Can,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.