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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.