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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Swans,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.