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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.