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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Hoover,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Names,
Smog,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.