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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.