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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.