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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.