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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.