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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.