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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Don Cherry 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Deakin,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.