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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.