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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.