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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.