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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
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.