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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.