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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.