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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
X-102,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.