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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.