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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.