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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.