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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.