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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.