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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Nas,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.