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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.