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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
cv313,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.