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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.