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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.