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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.