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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.