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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Slave,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.