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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Gong,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.