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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Scion to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.