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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
PIL,
UT,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.