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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.