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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.