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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Nas,
the Swans,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.