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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.