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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.