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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.