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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.