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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.