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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.