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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.