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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.