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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.