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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.