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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.