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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.