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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.