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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.