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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.