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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.