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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.