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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.