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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.