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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.