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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
UT,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.