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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
CMW,
AZ,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.