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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.