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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.