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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.