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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.