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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.