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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.