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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
the Association,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.