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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.