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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.