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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Faust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.