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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.