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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Aswad,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.