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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.