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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.