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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.