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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.