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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.