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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.