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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Index,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.