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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.