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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.