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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.