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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.