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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Wire,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.