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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.