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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.