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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.