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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.