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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Gong,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.