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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.