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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.