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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.