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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.