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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.