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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.