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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.