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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.