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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 MDC 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Pole,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.