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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.