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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.