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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.