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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.