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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.