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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Can,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.