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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.