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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.