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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.