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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.