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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.