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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.