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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.