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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.