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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.