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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Bluetip 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.