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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.