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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.