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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.