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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.