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 Benin and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.