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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.