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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.