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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.