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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.