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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.