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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.