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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.