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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.