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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.