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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.