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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
PIL,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.