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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Scientists,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
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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.