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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Japan,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.