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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.