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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Remains,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.