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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.