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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.