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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
the Human League,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.