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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Cymande,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Organ,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.