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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.