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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Can,
Ossler,
Sparks,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.