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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.