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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.