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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.