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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.