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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.