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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.