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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Can,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.