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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.