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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.