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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.