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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Q65,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.