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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.