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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.