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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.