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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.