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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.