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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.