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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Mars,
Smog,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.