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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
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.