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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.