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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.