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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.