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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.