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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.