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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.