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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.