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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.