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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.