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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.