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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Skaos,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.