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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.