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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.