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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.