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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.