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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.