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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.