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 London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.