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 Romania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.