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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.