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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.