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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.