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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.