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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Ossler,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.