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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.