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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.