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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.