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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.