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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.