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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.