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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.