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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.