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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.