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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.