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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.