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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.