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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 10cc to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.