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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Urselle,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.