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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.