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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s 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 Chrome 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?
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
the Association,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Index,
Brick,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.