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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.