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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Brick,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.