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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.