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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
the Slits,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.