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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.