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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.