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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.