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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.