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 Chile and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.