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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.