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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.