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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.