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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.