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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
PIL,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.