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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.