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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.