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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.