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 Toronto.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Visage,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.