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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.