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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.