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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Hoover,
the Association,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.