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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.