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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.