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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
MC5,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.