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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.