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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
CMW,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.