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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.