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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.