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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.