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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.