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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.