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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.