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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.