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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.