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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.