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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.