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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Aswad,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.