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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.