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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.