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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 808 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.