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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.