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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Pole,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.