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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Television,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.