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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.