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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.