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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.