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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.