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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Japan,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.