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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.