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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Can,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.