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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.