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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.