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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.