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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.