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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.