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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Monks,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.