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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.