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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.