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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.