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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.