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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Leaves,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.