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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.