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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.