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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.