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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.