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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.