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 Iran and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Japan,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.