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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.