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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.