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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.