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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.