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 Tanzania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.