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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.