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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.