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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.