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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.