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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Move,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.