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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.