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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.