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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.