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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
ABC,
Qualms,
Television,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.