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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.