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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.