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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.