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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.