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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.