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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.