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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.