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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.