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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
The Move,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.