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 Finland and from New York.
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 Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Lyres,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.