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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.