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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.