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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonics 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.