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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.