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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.