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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.