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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.