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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.