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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.