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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.