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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.