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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.