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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.