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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.