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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.