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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.