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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.