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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.