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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Magma,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.