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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.