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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.