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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.