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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.