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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Suicide,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.