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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Skriet,
June Days,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.