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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.