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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.