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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.