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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.