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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.