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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.