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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.