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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
AZ,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.