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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.