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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Faust,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.