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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
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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.