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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.